Are we crazy?Living our lives through a lensTrapped in our white picket fenceLike ornamentsSo comfortable, we're livingin a bubble, bubbleSo comfortable, we cannot seethe trouble, troubleAren't you lonelyUp there in utopia?Where nothing will ever be enoughHappily numbSo comfortable, we're livingin a bubble, bubbleSo comfortable, we cannotsee the trouble, trouble

So putYour rose colored glasses on, and party on

Turn it up, it's your favorite songDance, dance, dance to the distortionTurn it up, keep it on repeatStumbling around like a wasted zombieYeah, we think we're freeDrink, this one is on meWe're all chained to the rhythmTo the rhythm, to the rhythm

Turn it up, it's your favorite songDance, dance, dance to the distortionTurn it up, keep it on repeatStumbling around like a wasted zombieYeah, we think we're freeDrink, this one is on meWe're all chained to the rhythmTo the rhythm, to the rhythm

Are we tone deaf?Keep sweeping it under the matThought we can do better than thatI hope we canSo comfortable, we're livingin a bubble, bubbleSo comfortable, we cannot seethe trouble, trouble

So putYour rose colored glasses on, and party on

Turn it up, it's your favorite songDance, dance, dance to the distortionTurn it up, keep it on repeatStumbling around like a wasted zombieYeah, we think we're freeDrink, this one is on meWe're all chained to the rhythmTo the rhythm, to the rhythm

Turn it up, it's your favorite songDance, dance, dance to the distortionTurn it up, keep it on repeatStumbling around like a wasted zombieYeah, we think we're freeDrink, this one is on meWe're all chained to the rhythmTo the rhythm, to the rhythm

It is my desireBreak down the wallsTo connect, inspire, yeahUp in your high place, liarsTime is ticking for the empireThe truth they feed is feebleAs so many times beforeThey greed over the peopleThey're stumbling, fumblingAnd we about to riotThey woke up, they woke up the lions

Turn it up, it's your favorite songDance, dance, dance to the distortionTurn it up, keep it on repeatStumbling around like a wasted zombieYeah, we think we're freeDrink, this one is on meWe're all chained to the rhythmTo the rhythm, to the rhythm

Turn it upTurn it upIt goes on, and on, and onIt goes on, and on, and onIt goes on, and on, and on'Cause we're all chained to the rhythm